Articles by Carrie A. Golden

Short

Was that whispering she heard? Or just some annoying random feedback from the hearing aids she wore? Could it be that Kara was simply an adolescent girl whose grief was overwhelming her imagination, or were there really shadows there cast by unseen shapes?

Conclusion. Kara discovers the gruesome history of the house she lives in, and events finally convince her father that Kara was, after all, telling the truth.

It came from space in a fiery cluster of molten steel, shattering the solitude that covered the blue water below as it plunged deep into the cold darkness. There it would lie dormant, to be stirred by life that flourished both in the water and above.

Sometimes the best thing you can receive is what you've come least to expect...

Was he ever really gone?

Poem

There is a rhythm to living, and an unknown. Both should be cherished.

When we see others around us, why can't we remember that we can't always count on a second chance?

What was seen -- was it real?

The future is as unlit as a windowless hall at night.

Ultimately, this is all we can do ...

A fitting poem to end out Mes de los Muertos.

The silver orb of the night -lights the way for the shade walker ...

"In a single burst the icy soil opens and shoots high ..."

"An eagle's wail echoes through the dark brown valley as the rocks weep black and red tears ..."

"...under the folds of the quilted cover..."

"The gravel road led to an abandoned skeletal shed..."

Essay

Carrie Golden tells us about how writing has been integral in her life.

This week's featured blog asks an important question of all writers.

No procrastination, no fight, no sprint will keep it from opening...

"In the end, there will be no heroes..."

Opinion

You love writing, but can you afford the time, the stress, and the money to go to school to pursue it? Gabriela Pereira tackles this question and strategies for writers in "DIY MFA."

Serial

Any time you open your eyes in the morning, you wonder if the world is the same as it was when you fell asleep...

Her parents are dead. Faced with that horrible mystery, Tess struggles to recall how it could have happened...

Tess remembers falling ill, but then what?

Tess remembered her parents' voices, but she's all alone now. Wait, what if she's not completely alone? Can she find someone to help her?

Sickened by the sight of the monstrously changed people in the supermarket, Tess flees through the winter snow...

Tess has learned the fate of the townspeople from a dying man, and it is hideous beyond belief...

Should she have heeded the dead man's warning to run for the mountains? Too late, a hideous creature has followed Tess home...

Trapped by the water's edge, Tess must call upon her memories of her family to escape death...

Her escape across the lake, a long hike, and an injury to her knee have driven Tess to exhaustion. But she has to keep on going...

Tess has been trapped underground, and the monsters have found her trail...

The last thing Tess remembers was falling...

Saved from certain death by the mysterious man called Beck, Tess must keep going, find a way to stay alive...

Fleeing through the woods, Tess has already taken a beating from the rough terrain. But it's better than being killed by monsters...

Nearly drowned, nearly attacked, now Tess must somehow continue to flee...

A fog has come over Tess, and something waits within it...

Tess has been called out of the darkness of her injuries. But whose voice was it, really?

The place where Tess wakes is supposedly safe -- but it's a safety hard to understand...

Who are Mirial's people? What is this place, so untainted by horror?

Conclusion. Tess has found safety in the sanctuary, but the world she knew is lost forever. One last question, though...

Nonfiction

Let's learn about our authors! Carrie Golden interviews Terry Petersen from Ohio.

Carrie Golden interviews short story author Jerry Guarino.

Carrie Golden interviews author Ralph Bland.